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letra de over - mc e

first verse: jayo

it’s hard to tell if they rock wit me
don’t need no shooters cause n—a i ride for me
ruger it came wit a limosuine
and it got 10 p-ssengers in the magazine
f–k n—a i’ll put yo face magazine
my new gun look like it came from a factory
one inna head so that’s 11 casualties
duck yo head if u think u coming after me
i got some bad b—-es thinking bout smashing me
she can only suck my d–k you ain’t trapping me
i put my gun in her purse hold my strap for me
police pull us over den issa wrap for me
i get to running as soon as they pat on me

they know i got that bag on me

they know i got that strap on me

i think they chasin after me

second verse: borie bandzz

i back out that blick and he runnin like rick
lil n—a he look like a athlete
you know i got drip
and these b—-es on d-ck
and i swear to god that they all after me
my n—as all wit the s—s
and i swear to god all of my n—as gon clap for me
spin through the block wit a whole lot of grips
so you know the s–t look like a afterscene
when i come through the cut
imma let the s–t rip
so you know imma keep that lil strap on me
n—as is talkin that s–t be so heavy
i got a chop
finna swing the machete
body them blocks so you know that i’m ready
by time when i’m done got the scene lookin deady
i’m in her dreams
got me feelin like freddy
after i hit her ya b—h off tha henny
she laughin n tweakin i’m finna get becky
if a n—a pull up the scene gettin messy
i’m in tha trap
and my boy tote tha desi
lil n—a talk down
and i know he ain’t ready

third verse: mce

yea

b—h!

b—h i came here to crack
i ain’t pull up for cuddles
her -ss was so fat made me slip on a rubber
back to it, on the block wit trouble
n—as act stupid
we pop out wit tha burner
they ain’t wit the s–ts they f–k wit undecovers
can’t switch on my gang, can’t f–k wit my bruddas
pick up the ice on my neck like shovel
told em name the price i stay dripped like a puddle
can’t f –k wit no court but i’m shootin like steph
post up on tha block camo flag on my left
made it thru the rain
hold the tec like a ref
these boys ain’t the same
they can’t walk without vests
you ain’t talkin my squad you
ain’t talkin bout nun
these n—as be cappin
just stop wit the bluffin
roll up inna bourbon i’m smokin in public
tweak wit the gang put the chop to his m-ffin

b-tch!

last verse: b-tta bandzz

hunnid n fifties
and get in between
back up that -ss
trynna get in them jeans
f—in that b-tch and i’m makin her fein
f–k wit that bag and we chasin a dream
red beam to ya bean
don’t be makin a scene
well leave this s–t clean
like it’s surgical
leave a p—y n-gg- sittin up vertical
transform
sumn like a submersible
k!ll the p—y
but i’m feelin real merciful
sell tha pack
quit tha perkys they hurtin you
pullin up
bentley trucks n convertibles
make a scene
and my n—as gon murder you

- mc e

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